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overweight parody of a woman. Harold’s complete humiliation showed in the deep red blush of his cheeks.
    He clumped over to the bench in high-heel shoes that his feet did not quite fit into.
    “What do you think?” Alicia asked me. She swatted Harold on his panty-clad ass and he turned around for my inspection.
    “Pretty,” I said through a wide smile.
    “I think so too,” Alicia said. “He was certainly no use to anyone as a man. Maybe he will make a better woman.”
    I stepped close to Harold and reached my hand down inside the front of his tight white panties.
    His little cock was rock hard!
    “My goodness!” I said in mock surprise. “Mistress Alicia, our little slave girl has a fucking hard-on!”
    I pulled the knickers down Harold’s thighs and pointed at his little cock. Alicia knelt down to look in amazement. I stroked him a few times, and then took a grip of his balls.
    Harold grunted.
    “You horny little slut,” Alicia mocked him. “Well we can’t let that go to waste. You’re in heat!”
    We ordered Harold to remove his panties and bend over the hard wooden bench. Alicia and I pulled on our strap-on cocks. Mine fitted perfectly, the strapping snug around my waist, the seven inch pink cock jutting from my groin and bouncing each time I took a step. I helped Alicia fit her own harness, adjusting the clips until the unit sat firm around her hips.
    While we made the adjustments to her strap-on, Harold waited, spread-legged, bent over the bench top.
    “The arrangements you wanted have been made,” I told Alicia. I squeezed some lubricant onto the end of each rubber cock and began to coat their entire lengths. “Everything should be in place by 6pm.”
    “Ex cellent,” Alicia smiled grimly. “We better make sure she’s ready.”
    I stood behind Harold and squir ted more lubricant onto my hand. Then I began to massage his ass. Harold let out a simpering little moan. I eased one, and then two fingers deep inside him, swirling them around. “Spread your legs wider, bitch,” I demanded. Harold did a little shuffle. I forced a third finger into his ass. Then I lined up the head of my rubber cock against the tight puckered opening and began to push.
    Harold went rigid for a moment. I could feel the tension in his body, so I reached down and tugged hard on his balls. “Keep fucking still you little bitch!” I hissed. “Don’t fucking move. Your boy-pussy is for my pleasure, so stay still and take it. Understand?”
    “Yes Mistress,” Harold muttered. It sounded like he was sobbing.
     
    Good!
     
    Out of the kindness of my heart I gave Harold’s boy-pussy a few seconds to adjust… then I began to force my cock deep inside him. Harold was clenching and unclenching his fists, but to his credit, he kept still. I quickly built up the pace of my strokes as his ass adjusted.
    Every few strokes brought new moans from Harold as the head of my cock massaged his prostate. And as I built up rhythm and began to pump my cock deeper inside him, his moans began to sound less pained… and more pleasurable.
    Alicia noticed.
    “Listen to our bitch!” she said in amazement. “She’s really getting off on being fucked.”
    I grabbed hold of Harold’s hips and ground my cock further inside him.
    I’ve had a few subs like Harold over the years, and I’ve watched a lot of strap-on porn… and the one thing I’ve noticed is that gals (me included) can never fuck the way a guy does. I don’t know if guys are born with a certain rhythm, or if it just comes from plenty of practice, but I could never get a good, constant pattern going. I felt myself beginning to lose my momentum as I tried to fill his boy-pussy to the brim with rubber.
    I fucked Harold for a good ten minutes. By that time I was getting tired. I had a glistening sheen of perspiration across my forehead and breasts.
    “Tag,” I said at last. Alicia had been standing off to the side and watching me fuck Harold. Now I eased myself out of him and